Monday, October 29, 2012

when i was ten or so, i imagined that one of the glories of becoming an adult was the freedom to stop by the circle k anytime to buy as many marathon bars as you wanted. i dreamt of buying ten at a time and eating all but one. i also imagined staying up late, drinking soda and watching R rated movies would sustain me.

now, however, the candy that sits on the kitchen table doesn't tempt me at all. no, i want pie and cake and buttery pastry filled with fruit. i want homemade cookies and bread. thick pads of salty, cold butter to spread on muffins or scones. i yearn for an earlier bedtime, dislike soda and never notice a movie's rating unless my own children are involved.

last night e asked me if i would enjoy going back, knowing all that i know now. would i like to revisit eighth grade and study ancient history and algebraic graphs? would it all be easier and more enjoyable with the perspective of my adult life? i couldn't lie to her. hell, no.

Author of three books published by Viking Penguin. THE RUG MERCHANT, DEAR STRANGERS and THIS IS HOW I'D LOVE YOU. Amateur seamstress, professional picker, admirer of design, clogs, pigtails, porch swings, & warm cookies.